The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 635

Chapter 635 Lost Contact

“I'm going back to Seacisco now.

Send out our men and the helicopters immediately.” As he gavee the orders, Brandon's heart sank.

He had a bad feeling that something bad might've happened to Janet.

The assistant hesitated.

"Mr. Larson, the Weather in Seacisco is bad.

The wind is terribly strong and the rain is like hail; I'm afraid a helicopter can't take off under such circumstances.

Even if they manage to do it, it'll be very dangerous." Frowning, Brandon came up with another solution.

"Then have someone rent some ships and search the water near Seacisco." An accident that happened in this kind of weather was likey fatal.

It was highly probably that both Janet and the driver had died.

Worse yet, it was unlikely they'd be able to find their bodies.

As the realization sunk in, for the first time in his life, Brandon felt a sense of suffocating fear.

He couldn't lose Janet! He just couldn't! Seekotebee Soon, the Whites learned about the accident from Brandon.

The two of them were asleep in bed when they received the news.

Johanna, disheveled and unkempt, immediately came to Seacisco with Beal.

Johanna had been crying non-stop in the car.

“Everything will be fine.

I've hired a lot ships to look for Janet.

Our daughter will come home safely, honey.” However, tears welled up in Beal's eyes as he spoke, and his voice shook slightly.

He couldn't imagine what would n-o-v-e-le-b-ook.c-o-m happen to Janet if she had actually fallen into the sea.

When Johanna and Beal arrived at the scene, they happened to witness the car that Janet was in being hauled out of the water.

“Unfortunately, the driver failed to get out of the car and died.

As for Mrs. Larson, she's not in the car and we haven't found her yet.” The rescue personnel reported the situation to Brandon, who had also arrived.

"Keep searching." Frowning, Brandon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There was a glimmer of hope that Janet might still be alive since they hadn't found her body in the car.

“We're going to search the islands in the area.

The waves were huge earlier, so Mrs. Larson might've been swept away to a nearby island." After reporting this to Brandon, the rescuers turned around to head to their ship.

His white shirt was drenched from the rain, clinging to his broad shoulders.

He didn't hide from the rain.

Instead, he stood with his back straight and a determined look in his eyes.

The rescue personnel on the ship couldn't hold on any longer.

They even resorted to drinking liquor to warm themselves in the cabin, and one of the crew poured a mug for Brandon.

He shouted at Brandon, "Mr. Larson, n-o-v-e-le-b-ook.c-o-m would you like to come in and have a drink? You might freeze to death out here." “Thank you." Brandon accepted the mug of liquor and downed it in one gulp.

A warm feeling quickly flowed through his body, but he was still filled with worry.

He couldn't help but ask, "Any news from the other teams?" A rescuer rubbed his hands to keep warm and shook his head.

“Not yet, Mr. Larson.

Do you want to go inside and rest for a bit? I'll keep an eye out here." Brandon sighed.

He nodded, gave the binoculars to the rescuer, and turned around to walk back to the cabin.

However, as soon as he took a step forward, his vision suddenly blurred...

The next second, he fainted on the deck.